Combat!

                L
             S      *A  
            *B I S
             *         C S
                   S    S H
        *  *        
           *      R 
                   M         H HH

No Quirks again gets the first of the attacks this round, stiking out at 
the two slavers that have confronted it several times. However, the only 
successful attack it makes is a bite on one man's arm, which mangles his 
leather armour and even tears through his flesh to some extent.

Ruinad is still bent on annihilating his opponent, and angrily swings 
his quarterstaff again at his evasive enemy. He scores a successful hit, 
striking the man in the arm, and nearly causing him to drop his weapon. 
However, the slaver manages to retain his hold on his longsword, and 
repositions himself for a retaliation.

Meanwhile, Aardvarkin proceeds to tear strips of cloth and leather from 
his recently-slain opponent, and ties the shreds around his arm in an 
attempt to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, it seems to be a bit more 
difficult than he first thought it would be, and spends most of his time 
re-applying the binding.

Carideth, maddened by the slavers' attempts to injure his horse, strikes 
out repeatedly against them, but all the attacks are parried.

Malcolm abandons his original plan of aiding Ruinad and instead rushes 
to the aid of Ivan. He immediately tends to his wounds and binds them. 
Slowly, Ivan begins to regain consciousness. The priest is nearly 
prevented from tending to Ivan by a ruthless slaver, but Borack keeps 
him at bay with some brilliant staff maneuvers. Though he is unable to 
injure the slaver, his efforts buy Malcolm much-needed time to help the 
fallen gladiator.

The other slaver that was near Ivan walks eastward, and goes on right 
past Aardvarkin without even noticing him.

The slaver confronting Ruinad once again tries to dismember the midget 
mage, but fails miserably in the darkness, slicing his sword blindly 
through the rain.

And finally, one of the slavers near Carideth's horse manages to get one 
more hit at it. Raising his whip high above his head, he fiercely brings 
it down soundly on the poor beast's face, causing it terrible pain. The 
horse rears, neighs, and bolts northwards in panic.

It is around now that the rain begins to let up, coming down a bit less 
hard and less dense. Those with infravision can barely make out the 
figure of the slaver leader waving his scimitar in the air, and all of 
you can clearly hear him shouting instructions in a foreign tongue. 
Immediately, all the remaining slavers begin inching their way back 
towards him.
                L          H

              S     *A  
            *BMI      S
             *         SS 
                   S   C   
        *  *        
           *      R 
                             H HH

For the next round, Malcolm will attempt to cure Ivan's wounds in hopes 
he will again be able to take up arms and fight. Ruinad bolts as fast as 
he can to the north, not bothering to explain to anyone exactly what 
he's trying to do.

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